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Eons of Love

By Mark

My Beloved this is for you as sorry doesn’t
carry enough meaning, when my heart bleeds.
For where and who I’ve been… is lost.
Was I the Ocean… the swell
                       for ever moving up and down.
Was I the waves crashing…
                       relentlessly against the shore.
Was I a rock in the desert…
                       … stagnant not moving,
Was I a mountain being worn away…
                       … thru wind and rain.
                                   my layers exposed.
Was I the fallen tree in the forest…
                       … forgotten and left to rot
Was I a limestone block in the wall…
                       …imprisoned for ever.
Was I only a number…
                       … just to be counted.

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